The Lives of Mrs. Ann H. Judson and Mrs. Sarah B. Judson, and Mrs. Emily C. Judson: Missionaries to Burmah. In Three Parts

Miller, Orton & Mulligan, 1856 - 371 sider

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Side 22 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Side 371 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write ; From henceforth blessed 'are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Side 275 - Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in me.
Side 161 - I could make no efforts to secure my husband; I could only plead with that great and powerful Being who has said, 'Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will hear, and thou shall glorify me;' and who made me at this time feel so powerfully this promise, that I became quite composed, feeling assured that my prayers would be answered.
Side 357 - O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. 4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.
Side 176 - The teacher is long in coming, and the new missionaries are long in coming ; I must die alone, and leave my little one ; but as it is the will of God, I acquiesce in his will. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid I shall not be able to bear these pains. Tell the teacher that the disease was most •violent, and I could not write; tell him how I suffered and died; tell him all that you see ; and take care of the house and things until he returns.
Side 70 - It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Side 316 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Side 328 - This beautiful, mysterious thing, This seeming visitant from heaven. This bird with the immortal wing, To me — to me, thy hand has given, The pulse first caught its tiny stroke, The blood its crimson hue, from mine ;— This life, which I have dared invoke, Henceforth is parallel with thine.
Side 139 - King,' said the officer ; a form of speech always used when about to arrest a criminal. The spotted man instantly seized Mr. Judson, threw him on the floor, and produced the small cord, the instrument of torture. I caught hold of his arm ; ' Stay, (said I,) I will give you money.' ' Take her too,' said the officer,

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